Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1887-10-28

we're glory to behold. She always
had fresh book or periodical on our
table; and better than this, she brought
to us the larger cultivation, and the
purer taste, which taught us how tc use
opportunities within our reach.
"What made you take to our style OF
life, Katy?" asked Lizzie one evening,
as we all sat in the east window, watch
ing the outcoming of the stars, and tell
ing girlish dreams.
DESTINY, my child" answered Katy,
STOPPING to replace the little boot she
had thrown off to rest her foot
"But you might have been an author
ess, or painter, or IA book-keeper,
Or"
Lizzie's knowledge of this world was
rather limited; Katy broke in upon
her.
"There, that will do. was not born
o genius, and hate arithmetic.
"But you did not always have to work
for living, Katy?" said May. "You
are lady, 1 know"
Katy laughed short, queer laugh.
"Yes," she said, "and that's why !
don't know how to get my living in any
other way but this. So behold me q
healthy and honest factory girl"
She rose, made little bow, and a
flourish with her small hands, and we
all laughed, although she said nothing
funny.
"N1illy," said she, "please light the
lamp, and get the magazine, while l
hunt up my thimble and thread.
Ladies, I find myself under the neces-
sity of mending my gloves this evening.
Oh, poverty where is thy sting? In a
shabby glove, do believe, for nothing
hurts me like that, unless it be decay
ing boot"
katy's gloves were a marvel to us.
She never wore any but OF good quality
and always the same color-a brownish
neutral tint, that harmonized with al
most any dress-but just now q new
pair would seem to be the one thing
needful, from the appearance of the
ones she brought out.
She sat and patiently mended the
little rents, while I read aloud; and
vixen she had finished, the gloves
looked almost new.
The next day was Saturday, and we
had half-holiday. Katy and Invent to
make some tritling purchases, and on
our way home stopped at the big board
ing-house, to see one of the girls who
was ill.
When we came out, Katy ran across
the street to get magazine from the
news-shop, and came nurrying up to
overtake me before 1 turned the cor,
ner. She had the magazine open, and
one of her hands was ungloved; but il
was not until we reached home that she
found she had lost a glove. It was toe
late then to go and look for it. We
went and searched the next morning,
but could not find it.
Katy mourned for it.
ut was my only pair, girls, said she,
tragically; "and it is loss that cannot
be repaired"
What people call "panic" had oc.
CURED in financial circles in the spring
after Arthur Craig had lost his Katy,
and almost without days warning he
found himself poor man. He left his
affairs in the hands of his creditors
having satisfied himself that they could
gather enough from the wreck to save
themselves-an set his face to Lon
don.
He had been educated for physician
though fortune made merchant OF
him. Learning from a friend that there
was an opening for doctor in Fen
wick, he came thither and began tc
practice.
| Doctor Sewell had gone off on
visit, leaving his patients in charge O.
::
that on that Saturday evening he was
on his way to visit Maggie Lloyd, the
sick girl at the lodging-house, when
just after turning the corner near the
news-shop, he saw brown glove lying
on the pavement. He was about t.
pass it by; but mans instinct to pich
up anything Of value that seems t.
have no owner, made him put it in hi!
pocket. He forgot all about it the mex
minute.
But when he had made his call and
returned to his consulting room, il
taking paper from hispocket the glove
fell out, and he picked it up and looked
at it with idle curiosity.
It was old, but well-preserved. I,
had been mended often, but so neatl,
as to make him regard mending as one
Of the fine art 1t had strangely
familiar look to him. Little, anc
brown, and shapely, it lay on his knee
bearing the very form of the hand thai
had worn it.
And as he gazed at it there came te
him the memory of an hour, many
months past, when he had sat by Katy!
side on the green sofa in the dining
room of "their house" (alasD anc
watched her put her small hands into
pair of brown gloves so much like
this one.
Ever since that never-to- be- forgotten
day, the vision of his lost love, sitting
there in the fading light, slowly draw
ing on her glove, her sweet eyes filling
as they talked-quarreled, we should
say, perhaps-had gone with him as &c
abiding memory of her, until he hac
come to know each shade of the picture
the color of the dress, the ribbon a
the throat, and the shaded plume il
, her hat.
He looked at the little glove lone
| time. He had thought it might belong
, to one Of the factory girls, as he fount
it near the lOdrinr. housa Rut Il did